My dear old, ancient, cranberry phone.
Broken in a few places.
Well, maybe quite a few, I guess.
Frequently turning yourself off.
Just to save your battery, perhaps.
Or maybe just resting, taking a nap,
Like old things are prone to do.
I forgot and left you in the car.
Now don’t go ringing your head off while I’m gone.
And don’t go collecting all those messages, either.
You’re not an iPhone, or one of those fancy others.
You do just what you were intended to do.
Send my messages, and let me call whoever I want to.
You and I have been together a long time.
You’re easy to use and at my beck and call,
Except when you drift off.
…Where do you go, by the way?
You function fairly well for a Senior.
You’re just as good as most.
A good percentage of time, I can depend upon you.
Oh, What will I do when you give up the ghost?
Today is flag day!
“You’re a grand old Flag!”
“ You’re a high flying Flag!”
World War II ended.
Our boys are coming home!
The days of rationing ended.
We could buy everything we wanted.
As well as things we did not need!
Gasoline for the cars that
Sat in driveways basically unused,
Except if they were needed for work.
The 50’s began!
It was as if we opened a door
From a black and white, bleak world,
And stepped into a Technicolor Wonder World.
For years we lived in this wondrous place
Filled with inventions and peace.
Our lives became secure and complacent.
Yet, Suddenly it’s a different place,
With a world grown smaller
And much more dangerous.
Please don’t close that door
That opened to a fantastic and wonderful era.
The only world that several generations have ever known.
Our Flag must continue to wave
Depicting our free and glorious world!
Recuperating from the Flu
Do you hear the beat of my phagocyte’s feet
As he marches up and down my bronchi?
He’s a solitary sentry who’ll allow no entry
Of an invader who’ll cause me to die.
“Attack! Attack!” The cry goes out!
As a virus is spied in the road.
“Let’s get him! We got him!”
As they shovel up their load.
Another! And yet another! Is sensed and destroyed!
The phagocyte army is far overjoyed!
For that’s what they live for,
They’re always on call.
They’re ready and waiting,
To go attack enemies
Whether big or real small.
Clutch your pearls!
Clutch them securely!
Clutch them really tight!
You properly horrified old dowager, you!
Lie like mad!
Once in a while come out with the truth!
Shake it all together.
Get it all mixed up.
Now, what was that
That you just said?
Is this the truth ?
Or you just don’t know?
Come on now, spit it out!
You’re not sure, you say?
We all want to know the answer.
But please line it up with the question.
Whether you can sort it out…